The Taste of Refuge

There is a space—
not here, not there—
that receives whatever appears:

the sensations of the body,
the thoughts that flicker in and out,
the moment as it is.

It can’t be described—
yet it comforts.

Everything happens,
yet it remains,
holding all
without resistance.

There is a quiet knowing:
all is okay.

It is a refuge,
a deep resting
untouched by anyone—
not even “me.”

It holds the me’s and the you’s.

It is enough.
It is whole.

In grace,
Chee Guit Yeng
27 January 2026